British Quirks

British school uniforms are more than just clothing—they’re part of a long-standing tradition. Some schools have worn the same colors and styles for over a century. Ties, blazers, and badges communicate house affiliation, seniority, and sometimes even sporting prowess.

My introduction to British eccentric festivals was via the infamous Cooper’s Hill Cheese-Rolling. Imagine hundreds of people hurtling down a steep hill, chasing a wheel of Double Gloucester cheese. People tumble, bounce, and occasionally fly through the air—all for the glory of catching—or at least surviving—the cheese. I’ll admit it: my first reaction was to laugh, then gasp, then question my own sanity for living somewhere this wild.

As an American living in the UK, I thought wigs were something you’d only see in history books, costume dramas, or maybe at Halloween parties. But then I discovered that here in Britain, wigs aren’t just relics of the past—they’re still very much alive. Yes, in the year 2025, there are people who put on white wigs as part of their job. Not actors, not re-enactors… but judges, barristers, and even members of Parliament during certain ceremonial events.

British life is full of small traditions and quirks that don’t always make sense at first—tea breaks, queuing etiquette, calling cookies “biscuits.” But football chants? They’re a reminder that, here, sport isn’t just a game. It’s community. It’s culture.

Every November, Brits gather to celebrate the fact that a man named Guy Fawkes failed to blow up Parliament in 1605. How do they mark this historic non-event? By burning his effigy on a massive bonfire while eating toffee apples and cheering. Yes, really.

So if you’re visiting London and you ask for “chips” with your sandwich, don’t be surprised if you’re handed a plate of thick, steaming fries instead of a packet of Walkers.

Honestly, some of them sound like they were made up after a few too many pints, others are so charming you want to move there just for the postcode, and then there are those that make you go, hang on, how do you even pronounce that?

Who knew there were more accents than just posh and cockney?

British food is a whole different beast—and I mean that in the most lovingly confused way possible. If you're an American expat in the UK or just a curious traveler wondering what the heck a "buttie" is, buckle up. We're going on a culinary rollercoaster that includes mushy peas, curry sauce, and something called haggis (which I still suspect might be a prank).

Yorkshire pudding is not sweet. It is not creamy. It is not something you’d pack in your kid’s lunchbox unless you want them to be deeply confused and possibly ostracized. What it is, though, is a glorious, crispy, hollow vessel of joy that pairs perfectly with roast beef, gravy, and the kind of potatoes that make you question your allegiance to mashed.

I remember standing at a till (that’s British for “cash register,” by the way) trying to pay for a sandwich, holding up a ten-pence piece like it was Excalibur, only to be told I was about £4.90 short. I stared at the coin, betrayed by its girthy confidence. “But it’s so big,” I whispered. The cashier, bless her, just smiled and pointed to the label on the coin. Yes, they do actually print the value on each one, presumably because even the locals need a reminder now and then.

And somehow, the UK packs an outrageous amount of stuff into its petite frame. Ruins, castles, pubs older than America, rolling green hills, beaches, more pubs, Harry Potter filming locations, and yes, even more pubs. It’s like Mary Poppins’ carpet bag of countries—small on the outside, but full of surprises.

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As someone who grew up with presidents rather than kings, the level of admiration (and sometimes obsession) for the royal family can be surprising. From commemorative tea towels to royal documentaries, from wedding watch parties to souvenir shops filled with Charles and Camilla mugs—royal fever is real.

Look, I’m not going to pretend I didn’t stop for a photo the first time I saw one. Or the fifth time. Or last week. There’s just something about that bold red paint, the gold crown insignia, and that little domed roof that practically screams “Yes, you’re in Britain now. Kindly document it for Instagram.”

Unlike many places in the United States, where cracking open a cold beer outside could land you a fine (or at the very least, a stern talking-to), the UK takes a much more relaxed approach to outdoor alcohol consumption. In most towns and cities across Britain, it’s perfectly legal to enjoy a drink in public spaces — as long as you're behaving yourself.

One of the first truly disorienting moments I had after moving to the UK was stepping into a car and realizing… everything felt backward. The driver’s seat was on the right side. The gear stick (in a manual, no less) was to my left. And perhaps most jarringly, I was expected to drive on the left side of the road. As an American, I grew up driving on the right like 70% of the world does. So, switching sides wasn’t just a mild adjustment—it was like suddenly being asked to e

One of the first truly disorienting moments I had after moving to the UK was stepping into a car and realizing… everything felt backward. The driver’s seat was on the right side. The gear stick (in a manual, no less) was to my left. And perhaps most jarringly, I was expected to drive on the left side of the road. As an American, I grew up driving on the right like 70% of the world does. So, switching sides wasn’t just a mild adjustment—it was like suddenly being asked to e

One of the first truly disorienting moments I had after moving to the UK was stepping into a car and realizing… everything felt backward. The driver’s seat was on the right side. The gear stick (in a manual, no less) was to my left. And perhaps most jarringly, I was expected to drive on the left side of the road. As an American, I grew up driving on the right like 70% of the world does. So, switching sides wasn’t just a mild adjustment—it was like suddenly being asked to e

When I first moved from the U.S. to London, I approached the city’s famed subway system—affectionately (and sometimes grudgingly) known as the Tube—with a mix of awe, confusion, and low-level panic. As a newcomer, the colorful, spaghetti-like map of stations looked more like abstract art than an actual transportation guide. I remember standing in a station clutching my Oyster card, blinking at the sign that read “This station has no step-free access”, and wondering how on ear